18. Chapter
Taking The Last Step
A nervous blond haired young man was standing alone at the front of the small chapel at Malfoy Manor.
Draco Malfoy, who was wearing an anthracite suit with a purple shirt and a dark purple bow tie, was standing at the front of the aisle and waited impatiently for the priest to come. With the exception of the priest and his mate, everyone had already assembled. Near the entrance there he could see his Uncle Severus talk to his obviously soon to be aunt Anastasia. They were looking deeply into the other's eyes and wore identical fond smiles and content expressions. Both had been equally displeased, when they found out that they wouldn't be able to spend the night together as they usually did, Draco remembered with a teasing smirk. As they weren't married, they weren't allowed to spend the night together by an old, veela custom.
Next to them stood his friends Pansy and Daphne, together with Blaise and Theodore. The young men were wearing black suits with white shirts and silvery grey ties, while the young women were wearing purple, knee-length, strapless dresses which hugged their upper bodies, but went fluently from their hips to their knees. All four were looking content and were pleased that all was going right as they had planned. Last night he had to spend with Theodore and Blaise and though he had been sure that his friends would tease him mercilessly and make fun of his nerves, they had been quite the opposite. As soon as they had entered the room, they had been there for him, listened to his worries and tried to take his mind of the matter. Hadn't it been for them, Draco realized with a sudden wave of fondness, he surely would have gone mad this night.
A sudden movement to his left made Draco spin around. His aunt Lucrezia had just walked up the stairs and was now heading towards him. The fond smile on her lips and the happy twinkle in her eyes were a huge give away of her current state of mind. She always had wanted his father to have more than one child, a girl at best. Draco remembered the day he had first heard this strange wish and had asked his mother quite bluntly, why his aunt demanded of his father to have a girl instead of just having a child herself. This had been the first time that his mother had given him an ear full.
His aunt had fallen victim to a nasty curse during her training. Another team-member of hers hadn't paid enough attention while he had been experimenting with a dangerous, newly created curse. The curse escaped his wand, bounced off the wall, was reflected of the thick glass window and hit his aunt straight into her stomach. Though she had been brought to St. Mungos immediately, the results were catastrophic. Due to the curse his aunt had become infertile and had lost the child, which she was carrying at that moment, right away with it. He remembered that they had been visiting her, trying to cheer her up, but everything had been in vain. She had just married her husband a few months ago and had been so happy to expect their first child, only to lose it in such a cruel way. There was nothing they could do to cheer her up. As soon as the Healers deemed her fit to go, Lucrezia had quit her training and left to work together with her husband.
Now several years had passed since then, but some wounds still were open. She had been expecting a girl at that moment, which was why she had always wished for another small Malfoy girl to run through the large halls and corridors of Malfoy Manor. Sadly, this had never happened. Draco didn't know why, but his father had never been able to grant his sister this one, important wish.
But perhaps he would be able, Draco thought.
When he saw her arrive just in front of him, Draco took a moment to take in his aunt's beautiful features. The desperation had vanished, only to be now replaced by utter happiness and something small akin to hope. As she smiled at him merrily, his aunt extended her arms and brought Draco into a firm, loving hug. He could feel her slightly tremble against his bigger form, felt how her heart was beating erratically. Unconsciously he brought his arms around her and hugged her closer, while he stroked her back comfortingly.
"I'm happy for you, Draco, so happy. She is a good girl, she deserves you. You deserve her. Make her happy, be yourself and everything will turn out fine."
When she ended the hug, his aunt straightened herself up and kissed him lightly on the forehead. With a small smile and a teasing grin, Lucrezia whispered a light "I'm counting on you, Draco." to him, before she turned around and returned to her husband, only to leave Draco standing alone at the aisle, who blushed at the mere thought of what she was hinting.
While he turned around to the small gathering of people, Draco could see his mother approaching him with quick steps. She was wearing a nice, dark blue, knee length dress. Her long, white blond hair was made in an exquisite knot with small, glittering stones embroided into it. In her hands she was carrying a small, silver tray with a purple velvet cover filling its inside. In the middle, two rings were laying and shining brightly in the candles' light.
"I've got your rings, Draco. They were just finished this morning."
This confused Draco a bit. He had been expecting that they would take the formal Malfoy weddings bands. Those were always created the exact time another male Malfoy heir was born to the family and enchanted, so that they would fit him and his mate at any time. These bands had been existing for the last sixteen years. He had seen them several times before. So why was his mother now stating that they had just been finished?
"Mother, what do you mean? What have you been doing, mother?"
Unintentionally his voice had risen a bit. Panic and a lot of worry had found their way into his voice, mind and heart. Had his mother forgotten that they would take the formal wedding bands? Didn't she see Kiara as a mate and woman worthy to carry this band? Had she lost them and had now replaced them by two fake and cheap replicas? His mind was racing and his heartbeat and breathing going wild. From far, he could see panic approach him. This was bad, very bad.
"Hush, my son. Everything is fine. I didn't lose your bands, nor do I think Kiara unworthy of carrying it. No, I wanted to surprise her. That is why I took your bands and brought them to a jeweller. I wanted to change them slightly. Have a look, my son, and you will see."
Cautiously and with his mind and heart still racing, Draco stepped forward and had a look at the two bands gracing the tray. At first, he didn't see any change and thought that his mother had lied to him. But just as he was about to inquire what this fuss was about, he stopped in his tracks.
The bands were different. The formal Malfoy wedding bands were of pure gold, two sets woven into each other. But those bands in front of him were different. They had silver parts woven into them, too. Now that he saw it, he could take in the whole difference. There was a pure silver ring, a pure golden ring and a silver and golden mixed ring, all woven together.
"You can see it, can't you? The basis is still the same. Those are your wedding bands, the ones you were always supposed to wear someday. But I took the liberty modify them a bit. The silver parts are new, as you surely know. Now those aren't just any silver rings. Those are the formal Potter wedding bands. I went to Gringotts and retrieved them from the vault. It is my gift for Kiara. Her parents' wedding bands combined with yours. I hope, you are okay with it."
Draco smiled fondly at his mother and caringly and lovingly kissed her forehead to indicate his gratefulness. He should have never doubted his mother. She would never do anything to harm him, much less his mate, who she was caring for so deeply. The gesture itself was heart-warming and nice. He had to make sure to tell Kiara about the bands as soon as he would find the time to do. Perhaps the best time would be the moment he was going to talk with her about his wedding gift. He didn't hold his hopes up too high and be idealistic enough to think that they would be able to talk about it this evening. No, this evening they would be occupied with other things.
Perhaps the day they were going to visit her parents' grave would be a good choice. He still couldn't believe that this was what had been freaking her out for the last few days. It had taken a while, but now he understood her wish quite well. It was like gaining their acceptance. And as that wasn't possible itself, she at least wanted them to get to know him, how improbable and strange this was however. But who was he to not grant her this one, important wish?
It was nearly time, Draco suddenly realized. The guests were starting to walk over to their seats. His parents were sitting in the front row, as were his aunt and uncle. They formed the parts of the living direct relatives. Behind them were sitting Anastasia and Severus. Those two formed the part of people considered and being family in everything but blood. And in the third and last row were finally sitting Daphne, Pansy, Theodore and Blaise, representing the best, most loyal and trusted friends of both the bride and the groom.
When he looked back forward to the aisle, Draco was surprised to see that the priest had already arrived. As he hadn't seen nor heard him enter, Draco mused that he must have come through one of the smaller side doors of the winter garden turned chapel. He had long, light blond, nearly white hair and fair, trusting eyes. His crumpled face emitted a feeling of utter trust and friendliness, while his eyes were shining brightly, obviously in delight as to being able to wed another veela couple.
Suddenly a slow rhythm ensued and the waiting mass became eerie quiet and expectant. All people present, including the priest, turned around to the huge doors, and waited for the bride to enter. Draco's heartbeat was increasing dramatically during those few moments of insecurity during which the doors remained closed.
But then, after a few moments, the doors opened wide magically and a lonely figure, with her head held high and proud, stepped through them into the small chapel. A soft, light grey mist entered with her and obscured her figure for the first time being. But with each step which the person took, she left the mist a little bit more, until she finally emerged completely out of it.
When Draco's eyes met her, he thought he was going to die right there because of heart failure.
Kiara was wearing a beautiful wedding gown. The dress was strapless, and the upper part heart-shaped of a perfectly white, silk material. Around her chest until the beginning of her hips the garment hugged her figure perfectly, only to fall then to the floor in a white, fluent motion, which was obviously created by a hooped skirt. At her back the garment was much longer than at the front and formed a nice trail. The hem at her upper body and the end of the dress was decorated by a three finger wide border of pure, dark purple velvet with three thin lines of silver embroidery running through them.
At her chest a star shaped brooch was worked into the velvet. It was of pure silver and had some tiny, glittering stones added all over it. From there to her hip silver embroidery was gracing the dress. In a small, thin apex the embroidery was running over to both sides to her back and one to the middle of her stomach. If one looked close enough, one could see the floral pattern from the slight shadow of a flying bird. In the middle of her dress another apex of floral pattern was running down low to the back of her dress were it nearly reached the dark purple velvet.
Her midnight black hair contrasted greatly to the white of her dress and the slightly pale colour of her skin. Several long strands of her bangs, all of different lengths, fell loosely into her face. The rest of her hair was bound into an elegant and extravagant big swept-up hairdo, her hair streaming out of it and floating to her hips in big, strong yet soft curls and waves. In the light of the sun and the several burning candles, her hair glowed and shone brightly.
Her ears were decorated with small, silver earrings. On her left hand her thin, silver engagement ring graced her slim finger, while several silver shining small stones were braided into her hair. A light make up consisting out of a bit of rouge, fair eye shadow, pinkish lipstick and a bit of mascara completed her stunning picture. All in all she looked beyond beautiful and breathtaking.
With shy steps and a very self-conscious look in her eyes did Kiara step forward to the aisle where Draco, together with the priest, was already waiting for her. While she walked up the stairs, her hands lay peacefully at the front of her dress and her engagement ring was shining merrily in the slightly dim light of the chapel. With a slight, courteous bow to the elderly priest, Kiara turned around and took her place next to Draco.
When he risked a look at his soon to be wife, Draco was startled by the utter peace she was emitting. He had expected her to look and act more the way he did: nervous as hell, heart beating erratically, sweat starting to form lightly on his forehead and the insides of his palms, mouth dry and sore, problems gulping and very near to actually having a mental breakdown.
But instead of that, Kiara looked like peace herself. There was a content glow emitting from her, a nice, expecting and slightly adventurous glint in her beautiful emerald green eyes and a self assured and knowing smile on her lips.
Startled Draco realized what this meant.
She was about to take this huge step and she wasn't afraid of it, as she knew that it was the right and best thing to do. She didn't fear that marriage would damage or change the way things went between them, as she was perfectly fine with it and was happy with how things went. When he felt his heart flutter at the next thought, Draco had to work up all of his self-discipline to not just kiss her right there. She loved him, she trusted him and she had faith in him. What better basis could there be to make their marriage work?
Draco Turned around just in time and fixed his eyes on the priest in front of him, just as he was about to speak.
"We have assembled today to celebrate the reunion of those two souls, bound together by fate, only to be separated by nature's law and flesh. Those two, so very young, yet already so much in love and so deep in dependence of the other decided to celebrate and form the real bonding of their soul on this fateful and important night."
The ceremony was sweet and short. The priest was a very competent and a magnificent speaker, who was able to bring up references throughout the whole wizarding and veela history with astronomical, social, political, philosophical and even psychological input and information. His hints and advices sometimes made them smile and then sometimes caused them to blush furiously in embarrassment or because of a certain train of thought, which loaded with lots of images and sensations were running through their heads.
All the while Kiara kept on smiling. She looked like the perfect bride, Draco realized during the priest's speech. She was content with who she was, how she was looking, how things developed around her and especially with her partner to be. A soft, content glow was shining around her. She had a friendly and loving look in her eyes, when she dared to look at him. A soft, shy smile graced her lips, as if she didn't believe that she even deserved all of this. Her posture was a proud one, but not proud of herself or her husband, no, proud to be able to be here and to have a wedding in such a small assembling. It caused Draco's heart to flutter in delight.
Just once was she looking sad. The priest was just talking about how the parents' were going to be proud of them and how they really could be, seeing as how nicely they had brought them up. He could see a lonely tear forming in his mate's eyes and how she struggled very hard to keep them at bay. Her head was bent down and her breath quickened as she tried to hide her sorrow and grief.
The sight made Draco want to punch the offending priest right into his still smiling face. Screw the consequences, no one was hurting his mate and getting away with it. But Kiara would be upset, she had been so happy and looking forward to this wedding, it would break her heart would he ruin it now. So instead of punching and punishing their priest, Draco did the only other thing he could think of.
Unconsciously his hand found its way to hers. Slowly he placed it into her open palm and lightly squeezed it in comfort. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Kiara lifting her eyes from the floor and looking at him shortly, a thankful look in her eyes and a small smile tugging her lips. This was why he was here, Draco told himself. He loved this woman, loved her with all his might, always had and always ould. He was here to protect her, to give her the structure and halt she needed, to be there for her if need be. He loved her.
When the ceremony came to its end, the priest took two goblets, which had been standing behind him and placed them on a tray in front of him. A small vial was suddenly in his hands and without saying anything the priest poured the potion half to half into the goblets. When he reached into his pocket, the elderly veela retrieved a small silvery dagger and placed it between the two goblets.
With slow, measured steps the priest stepped backwards and took his wand. With a swift motion and a lowly muttered spell, a circle full of runes, embroided into each other, which formed weird and obscure black pattern on the perfectly white stone floor appeared. Again he waved his wand and this time a large scroll of parchment found its way into the priest's waiting hand. After he took one last look at the runes covering the stone floor, the priest nodded his head in acceptance and approval, before he tugged his wand away and walked back into the circle.
Nobody had spoken even a single word. Four of the people, because they knew what to expect and how important this ritual was, and another four, because they knew the ritual was going to take place and though they didn't know exactly what to expect, they had been instructed to keep silent and finally another four who didn't know at all what was going on, but who noticed how important this seemed to be and therefore kept silent. When the priest took his place in the circle, most people present noticed for the first time that there was a certain pattern inside the circle.
Around Kiara and Draco to small circles of runes had been drawn. They were woven together with other runes, but most importantly they were connected with each other through several small bonds and runes. Around them was the utter chaos of runes pilling over and circling around each other. And finally, where the priest was standing, another circle had been drawn. But this circle was different. It wasn't connected with Kiara's or Draco's but instead with the big circle placed around the chaos of runes.
"This ritual shall forever provide you with the power, the knowledge and the faith to protect the other. You shall always know when the other is in need, when the other is lost or even when the other is in a poor state of mind. This combination of runes, spell and potion will not be able to broken by any force, power of magic known by men."
As the priest had finished his introduction, he reached for the bride's and the groom's hands. After he placed them like a cross over the goblets, he brought the dagger into his hand and carefully, as not to cause them any more than necessary pain, he ripped it across their fingers and waited until a small drop of blood found its way to the surface and finally fell into the waiting potion. A swift motion later and the dagger was clean again, while the small cuts on the bride's and the groom's fingers had immediately healed.
Without saying anything, both Kiara and Draco took the goblet with their mate's blood. They both looked at the priest they waited for the priest to give the sign. On his nod both downed the contents of their goblets, while the priest was chanting the final and important spell. A low, eerie glow emitted from the runes, brightened from a grey to a bright white only to fade again to black. As the glow had receded, the goblets, the tray, the dagger, the parchment and the runes on the floor vanished.
A soft smile found its way to the priest's elderly features. With merely twinkling eyes and a little bounce in his step he went backwards to the aisle and retrieved the silver tray with the two fused wedding bands laying on it. A light flutter of his heart caused Draco to nearly choke, while the priest went forwards to them and held the tray so that they could place the bands onto the other's finger. With shaking hands and slight trembling smile Draco reached for the band and slowly placed it on Kiara's finger. He could see her nearly sobbing lightly and see her struggle to regain the control over her emotions, as she, too, grabbed the now remaining band and motioned his movement.
"I now declare you husband and wife. May the Gods always be on your side and fortune and happiness never leave your path. You may now kiss the bride."
This was what he had been waiting for. Since the moment he had first seen Kiara in his dream, over the first time she had awoken at his home, to the time they had spend at Hogwarts, to her acceptance of his proposing and to this very evening. He had always wanted to hear those important six words.
When he stepped forward slightly, Draco brought his arms around her back and pulled her close to him. He could feel her wrap her arms around him and hug him tightly, as she leaned her head back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a slightly curious expression. As he wasn't able to control the happy smile which dared to creep over his features, Draco laughed merely before he bent his head down and sealed their marriage with a hot and passionate kiss.
From far away he could hear his friends whistling and shouting and clapping. But to be honest, he didn't care. He was kissing the woman of his dreams, who now happened to be his wife. With their lips connected and their tongues firmly battling they were lost in their own world. All was good now. Their marriage had been formed, the protection ritual had been a success and their friends and family were there to enjoy and celebrate this huge happening with them. If someone would have asked them now, what they wished for, they would have answered that it may stay this way.
Before they had to break the kiss and start with the merry part of the evening, eating and dancing, Draco suddenly found himself understanding what the runes on the floor had meant to symbolize. Those two orbs around Kiara and him symbolized their true beings, their wishes and hopes and fears for the future. They were neatly and strongly interwoven through several things: their marriage, their love, them being mates, their friendship and their future together. The chaos of runes around them symbolized the world out there. They weren't able to influence it, good and bad might come of it, and they wouldn't be able to fend it off. But whatever it was, there was the last orb, the orb their priest had been part of. It was their community, their friends and family. This last orb full of people who cared for them, would always work as a filter, so only good things would happen to them.
When he looked at his mate in utter bliss and comfort, Draco suddenly realized how good this thought felt.
Their room was dark, only occasionally lit by some candles placed at the walls and the tables. For this special night they had been given the rooms the farthest away from the main building. When a surprised Kiara and an equally suspicious Draco had asked them why, his parents had just smiled and told them that it was tradition to spend the night alone in an extra wing of the Manor. Like an afterthought his mother suddenly announced that they wouldn't be able to sleep in Draco's rooms for the time being, as they would have to be prepared to host two people from now on. During the next day's his rooms had to be expanded and his furniture replaced, so that it would be similar to living in their own Manor. As long as this hadn't happened, they would have to live in the extra wing.
The very thought of an extensive shopping tour was making Draco and Kiara groan in despair.
But the course of actions was understandable. Normally veelas of their kind would marry after having come of age. It was a rare occurrence to marry before that important event. In the normal case, the newlywed pair would start to live in their own house or manor from this very night on. It would be similar to starting all over anew, starting a new live with their mates. In their case, things were different and more difficult. As they were both not of age yet, they wouldn't be able to live alone. Therefore, they would have to set up an extra, separated place inside the parental Manor to be able to live somewhat alone.
Draco let a content sigh escape his lips and leaned against the wooden bed bedpost.
After the delicious dinner, Kiara had changed into something more leisure and comfortable. He knew that the dress must have been at least a little bit uncomfortable, especially sitting with this huge hooped skirt and the strapless corsage which formed the upper part of her beautiful dress. To wear it and much more to even sit down and eat while wearing it, must have been real torture. Nevertheless he didn't want her to change. It wasn't because he was a sadist and liked the sight of his mate hurting or being uncomfortable, but he loved the sight of her in this dress. It was her wedding dress and now she was his. To see her like this just meant so much to him.
After the dinner lots of hours of dancing, talking and laughing had followed and soon midnight had approached with fast steps. At some time between dinner and now the priest had bid them goodnight and had again prayed for a fulfilling and satisfying marriage. While he had said this, his eyes had been twinkling merrily and his grin was mischievous. Kiara, just like him, understood his hidden hint and both blushed heavily at it. He was talking about the night and the actions which were to come.
When he remembered his sudden train of thoughts, Draco had to blush furiously again and had to cough in discomfort. The very thought sent hot and cold waves up and down his back and arms. He could imagine his mate standing before him, her hands slowly and a little teasingly stripping down her clothes, while her sweet and innocent smile never left her face. It was enough to cause him difficulties to breathe and to make it uncomfortable for him to wear his slightly tight dress pants.
But not only excitement was running wild through his body. Fear and a little bit of dread were also mixed under it. He knew what all the students at Hogwarts were talking about him. That he was a ladies' man, that he was a heartbreaker, that he was bedding one after another, that he never took a girl twice and never cared for their feelings. Some even went as far as to call him a man slut or even a Sex God. Both assumptions were absolutely wrong and made him feel so very exposed. Truth be told, all of those rumours were just lies. He had never really kissed another girl besides his mate, much less bed any of them. It would be wrong of him to do so and would only cause him trouble with his parents, the traditions and hurt his mate. In fact, he was just as inexperienced as Kiara was.
Not a very calming thought.
He feared that he was going to screw it. He had no idea what to do. Well, yes, of course he had a vague idea what was required of him, he did remember this embarrassing and slightly disturbing talk with his father about the birds and the bees, after all. But that wasn't going to help him in the slightest. If at all, it only caused his fears to grow. He had no idea, he had never practiced such a thing before. He had no knowledge as to what would cause his mate pleasure, what she was expecting of him, how he could stimulate her and how he could blow her mind. All he knew were the formalities, as to speak, and those only caused him to freak out.
His mate only deserved the best. She was such a beautiful, sweet and most of all innocent person that only the best would be good enough. And that was his current problem. He feared that he was going to cause her discomfort, displeasure or even pain due to his inexperience. He wanted her to enjoy it, to find herself liking it and to wish for him to kiss her and touch her more often. But with his current state, the possibility of him scaring her away for good and to crush all her desires for him was more likely.
He knew that he shouldn't think and worry about it so much, as he was only making it more difficult for him with each passing thought, but he couldn't help himself.
Draco was just about to groan out loud to himself and pray for the veela in him to do what it was thinking was best for his mate, when he heard the quiet noise of a door slowly opening and closing. His eyes were still closed, so he couldn't see anything but his ears were working just fine. He could hear the soft taps of small, little feet walking lightly over the floor. Clothes were ruffling and jewelry was making small, distinct noises. A soft, fond smile crept over Draco's features. His mate had finally come out of the bathroom again.
Draco was still smiling and still had his eyes still closed. He remained leaned against the bedpost in his show of a relaxed pose. He could hear his mate walk over to him slowly. Her hips must be swaying flirtingly, he imagined and her hair must be swaying with each of her steps. When she was finally reaching the spot he was standing, he could hear her steps halt. For a few moments, there was utter silence, only to be broken later by the ruffling of clothes. A sudden warm presence was intruding his personal space. Warmth was creping over his arms and his skin and a shiver of delight and arousal wrecked his body as he felt her hot breath against his facial skin.
Finally Draco couldn't take it anymore. With a huge grin on his face Draco opened his eyes. He was about to tease her, as to why she was just standing there, why she wasn't doing anything, but the words died on his lips as he nearly chocked. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened in disbelieve on its own accord. Several times was he trying to say anything, but a look at his mate's teasing and especially mischievous smile only caused him to chock on his words again.
While she had been in the bathroom, Kiara had changed. But instead of changing into a comfortable pair of shorts and one of his huge t-shirts as she would normally do, Kiara had changed into something that couldn't be described by anything else as lingerie.
A nice, dark purple negligee was hugging her slim figure. The two, thin straps were of fine, black lace and ran from over her shoulders into a nicely cut neckline. The negligee was of the finest silk and fitted perfectly to her breasts, her abdomen and her hips, only to sway loosely around her upper thighs. Small, fine embroidery of dark purple to black threads was forming floral patterns and was gracing the small dress. The hem finally consisted of the same black lace as the straps.
When he let his eyes roam over her body, Draco had to gulp heavily. His mate was wearing black, glittering high heels, which lengthened her already long legs considerably more. When he moved his gaze upwards slowly, Draco suddenly noticed that Kiara was wearing suspenders. Otherwise the different skin colour of her legs to the rest of her skin couldn't be described. The thought of the fine full-fashioned stocking ending in another fine hem of lace was sending hot shivers down his spines.
His mate was playing dirty.
She wouldn't know what hit her.
A low groan escaped his lips. Draco couldn't help it. It wasn't like him to lose control in such a way. He was always in control, he always knew what he was doing and when he was doing it. But with his mate in front of him, dressed in such a beautiful but seductive fashion and Draco couldn't help his male, natural instincts. Suddenly the veela in him started to roar in pleasure at seeing its mate in such way. No matter what was going to happen now, he suddenly knew that he wasn't going to screw it up. The veela in him would guarantee this much.
Draco brought his arms behind his mate and pulled her against him. Their noses were touching and light blue eyes were staring intently into emerald green eyes. He could feel her breasts pressed against him with each breath she took and her soft, hot breath tickling his cheeks. Her eyes were twinkling, shining even like a set of stars. A small, soft smile was spreading against his lips, as he leaned forward even more and pressed his lips against her soft ones.
As soon as their lips connected, Draco nibbled slightly at Kiara's lower lip. Kiara's eyes lit up even more and with a teasing glint did she keep her mouth shut. A frustrated groan emitted Draco's throat, but instead of breaking away, Draco increased the nibbling of her lower lip. While his hands started roaming over the small woman's body, her back, her lower back and finally her thighs, Draco brought his tongue between his teeth and brought it to her lips. With a devilish glint in his eyes, Draco slowly started licking over Kiara's lips.
A strangled moan escaped her throat. Suddenly her eyes fluttered close and her body went limp in his arms. Draco caught her right before she was about to hit the floor, straightened her up against him and held her even closer to his chest. Kiara needed a few more moments to get a hold on herself again, after she had felt her body become something similar to glee. Her breath quickened and her body heat increased. Just when she thought that she was finally in control of her body and emotions again, Draco's lip met hers and caused her to stiffen lightly.
While Kiara had been trying to regain control, Draco had never once ceased the licking of her lips. He watched intently as her breath quickened and her eyes finally fluttered open again. In this very moment, Kiara unintentionally opened her mouth, as if to take a deep breath and Draco took the opportunity. His tongue met hers and a wild battle for dominance ensued. Moaning could be heard and hands could be seen roaming over each other's bodies.
Finally, after several minutes, Kiara broke breathlessly away.
"I take it, you like my outfit."
The mischievous glint in her eyes, her excitedly flushed cheeks, her heavily heaving chest and her slightly tousled hair gave her a naughty appearance. Together with her negligee and the high heels she looked like a man's dream come true. She was so beautiful and despite her current state and her outfit, she still managed to look as innocent as a lamb. She had never once before acted this way. Her slightly uneasiness and the way she was fidgeting while she was looking at him with utmost low self-esteem, were dead giveaways.
A soft smile found its way to his lips and the bestial glint in his eyes became a fond one. While he ran his hands over her back, Draco leaned his forehead against hers. For several moments they did just look into each other's eyes, while their souls and thoughts connected. They both were afraid of what was going to come. Never once had they done such a thing and now, being expected and somewhat required to do so, it made them feel quite uncomfortable. Draco's heart ached at the thought of causing his mate discomfort. His only possibility was to try and ease away her worries and to make it as pleasurable as possible.
"Of course, I like your outfit."
He let his gaze linger on her for several more moments before he softly kissed her nose and tightened the grip on her frail body.
"Are you okay with this step?"
Her body tensed, but her eyes were kept focused on his. He could see, how her emerald orbs widened and darkened with worry and a little bit of fear, but otherwise was she perfectly fine. After she took a shuddering breath, Kiara stiffly nodded her head.
When he saw her nod her head in acceptance, Draco finally released the breath, which he didn't even know that he had been holding. Slowly, as not to scare her, Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. With soft reassuring, circling motions Draco let his hand roam over her back. The other hand found its way to her neck and tangled slowly into her thick hair. He could hear her sigh in comfort, which caused a heavy burden to lift from his heart.
The kiss itself was completely different from the one they had shared before. It wasn't forceful and passionate, but loving and sweet. Her lips opened and her tongue lightly tipped against his lips. He could feel her small hands all over his back, while one of her hands was firmly tangled into his short, light blond hair. Their eyes were still connected and their gazes were never wavering. It was as if they were communicating through their eyes. They were going to take this step and they would try to make the best of it.
Slowly Draco directed his kisses from her full lips all over her chin. Softly his lips caressed the tip of her chin. While his hand was lightly caressing her back and massaging her neck, Draco slowly went to kiss her throat. When he sucked lightly right over a thin core, Kiara suddenly sucked in her breath sharply. Her eyes fluttered close, as her knee gave in and she shakingly groaned.
Draco smirked against her skin because of her reaction and slowly directed his kisses further down her throat, while he was all the while never ceasing his kissing, sucking and light licking. When he reached the base of her neck, Kiara was nothing more than a quivering pool of gee. Gasp and soft moans echoed through the otherwise completely silent room. The kisses was driving her crazy with a mix over never once before experienced emotions. There was love, happiness, caring, excitement and somewhere between there was even a small amount of want and lust.
A loud gasp suddenly filled the room. While Kiara had been too distracted with the kisses which Draco was trailing down her throat, she hadn't noticed how his mouth had stopped over a certain point at her neck. With a devilish smirk and a bright glint in his eyes Draco paused slightly before he finally bit lightly into the skin under her mouth. The effect had been immediate and was quite astounding.
"Argh… D-Draco…w-what are y-you doi-ing?"
While he still kissed, sucked and licked the exposed flesh, Draco couldn't suppress the smirk which graced his features. So it was true, what the books which he had been reading had been telling about the effects of incorporating the claiming mark in the foreplay. Draco smirked to himself, slowly brought one of his hands to her neck and lightly brushed his fingers under the straps. He suddenly was very thankful that his hands were warm now, otherwise Kiara might have broken free of her self induced trance. Carefully Draco lifted the strap and pulled it down her frail shoulder.
The same happened to the strap on the other side of her shoulder. As soon as both straps had been lifted and were hanging around her arms loosely, the small negligee lost his last hold and slowly floated down her body to the floor.
Draco was just about to keep on trailing down his kisses, when a sudden movement caused him to stop. As soon as her negligee had fallen to the floor, Kiara had opened her eyes again. When she traced her eyes downwards, she suddenly realized that she was wearing as good as nothing, while Draco was still completely clothed. This would have to change, she thought. A small smile found its way to her lips. It was time for Draco to lean back and to be rewarded for what he did for her.
Her fingers lovingly cupped his face. Her eyes were never leaving his as she was lightly pulling his face upward, so that she would be able to kiss him better. With her tongue brushing against his teeth, she silently urged him forward to deepen the kiss. She could see his eyes flutter close, as his hand came to a rest near her hips were she was wearing the matching hipster. Unconsciously his thumbs found their ways under the silky garment and only a strong sway of her hips prevented him from pulling of the last piece of cloth which she was wearing.
With fleeting fingers Kiara tried to pull Draco's anthracite jacket off. She felt the cloth getting caught somewhere at his arm. Impatiently she tried to pull it off with force, only to knock Draco into his stomach with full force. A disgruntled groan escaped her mate's lips and as to not cause her and especially him more discomfort, Draco finally shrugged the jacket off himself.
While she never stopped their kiss, Kiara fumbled with his dark purple bow tie - how they had managed to subconsciously decide on the same colours was beneath her - tried to open it. When she finally had managed to solve the knot, she immediately threw away the now unnecessary piece of garment. She didn't know what was happening to her, but right now she had the feeling that freeing her mate of his clothes couldn't happen fast enough. There was a need burning in her heart, an unbelievable strong and consuming need and want. Uncaringly she ripped his dress shirt open, which sent a small bottom flying away in her impatience and flung it carelessly to the floor.
With their lips firmly pressed onto each other, she felt how Draco started to play with her hipster. He stroked and pulled on it, while he tried to somehow pull them of her hips. At first she wanted to swat his hands away and tell him to come up with something more creative, but she somehow let it be. If it was his wish to play with her last piece of lingerie which she was wearing, then so be it. Her fingers found the buckle of his belt and somehow she managed to open it.
Her thumbs carefully stroked the now exposed part of his stomach and found their way under the garment of his dress pants. The action caused Draco to groan deeply and to buckle slightly at each stroke which her fingers made. Kiara smirked to herself in satisfaction and felt the desire for him take over, as she pulled his dress pants down in a single fluent motion.
Now completely exposed they both halted slightly in their actions. The kiss turned sweeter again and their hands turned back to stroking light and appeasing circles onto the other's back. When she looked up into Draco's eyes, Kiara could see the passion, love and devotion burning brightly in those bright blue orbs. A small question was swinging with them. She could see worry and a little bit of hesitation finding their way into them. This was the last time he would be able to stop himself. If she now agreed, nothing would be able to hinder him from taking the last step.
When she felt her cheeks blush lightly, Kiara averted her eyes and nodded slightly. She couldn't see Draco's reaction to it, but she didn't have to as his actions spoke for him. Draco pressed his forehead lightly against hers. Slowly he pulled her hipster and her suspenders down and threw the last piece of lingerie which had been covering her until now, away. A sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over Kiara and caused her to stiffen at the sudden coldness and her nudeness. Her heart started to beat frantically and a light source of panic enveloped her heart. She could do nothing while Draco finally got rid of his boxers and his socks.
Kiara still breathed rather erratically and glued her eyes into Draco's. Carefully, as not to scare her, Draco went slowly forward and placed a loving, chaste kiss on her forehead. With caring motions his hands started to wander over her completely exposed body, started at her neck, wandered over her breasts and her stomach to finally come to a halt at her lower back. All the while was he talking sweet nonsense into her ears and took her mind successfully of the matter.
Slowly Kiara found herself waking up again and participating in their doing. Her hands, though they were still shaking, wandered over his broad shoulders, to his fine defined chest and his strong muscles at his abs. When she felt the trust which she felt for him consume her heart, Kiara closed her eyes and titled her head back to kiss Draco on his lips. His hands were still wandering over her body and left shivers of delight and desire on their way. It was as if his touch was electrical as all of her small hairs started to stand up.
Kiara was just about to lose herself in this kiss, when Draco suddenly tightened his grip around her back and pulled her down with him on the bed. A small, surprised shriek escaped her lips, only to be immediately silenced by Draco's lips. She was lying on top of him with her breasts flush against his firm chest and their bodies nearly melting to one when they were breathing. His legs were tangled between hers and knotted her to him. The position was a very compromising one. She could feel each and every part of his perfect body, could feel how he was literally melting against her and how his arousal started to grow. She was just about to find out what she could do while she was straddling him, when Draco smirked devilishly at her and suddenly rolled them over to change positions.
A soft, surprised gasp escaped her lips as Draco's weight suddenly nearly crushed her. Their faces were inches apart and his nose was nearly touching hers, as his eyes bore into hers. Draco was resting on his elbows and his chest heaved heavily with each breath he took. When she wiggled her legs she could feel how Draco pressed against them from the outside, so that only his knees made contact with the mattress.
She couldn't suppress a gulp. His eyes were shining with so much love and at such intensity that she would have literally been able to catch fire. With laboured pants she tried to keep control over her emotions and to relax into his touch. Softly her lips found his to kiss him.
While their lips melted against the other's Draco carefully pried Kiara's fists open and pinned them lightly over her head. When he looked into her face, he could see that she had her eyes close, as if was surrendering to his actions. It melted his heart to see how much she trusted him. With slow movements he started to place chaste kisses all over her body, started at her throat, over her neck, down to her breasts and finally reached the lowest part of her stomach. With his lips and teeth he started to explore her glorious body, nibbled and teased and scratched and bit every part of flesh which he could find.
By the time that he reached her navel, Kiara was unable to do anything different than pant and gasp. His tongue was leaving a wet path down her body, which cooled down after he wandered farther and left her to shiver under his touch. She could feel him testing and probing her body, as he memorized her each and every reaction to certain parts of her anatomy and his teasing. Her breath came in ragged pants, as she was squirming under him and her mind was desperately trying to catch up with his ministrations.
She was too far gone to realize and notice anything beside his teasing. She didn't notice how he tightened his grips on her arms, how his legs somehow found their way from next to hers to between them, how he slowly but steadily pushed them apart as far as possible until his body would fit between them, how his tongue started to lick around her womanhood and how his erection was later probing against her lower body.
Her eyes were closed as she was falling victim to his ministrations. And as they were closed, she couldn't see him look at her with passion and so much love. She didn't see how he studied her face, as he tried to find out whether she was ready for him to take the next step. She was still gasping and panting heavily, when his manhood prodded against her. Too far gone was she to notice his last calculating look, the last comforting stroke of her arm, before Draco took all his courage and pushed forward.
The effects were immediate.
Kiara stilled, as she suddenly felt a sharp, twisting pain in her insides. Her breathing sped up and her heartbeat quickened. Desperately she tried to move around, to ease the pain away. This was not what she had been expecting. But the more she struggled and fought against Draco's penetration, the more pain it caused her. She wanted him to move, to leave, to do something, just anything to make this stretching sensation in her insides go away. She had known that it was supposed to be painful, but she had never thought it would be like this.
Just like Kiara, Draco had stilled immediately. He had taken all his courage and pushed inside her and now the feeling was maddening. Her warm inside was tightening and pressing against his erection, which came in waves as if to push him out. He knew that he should be moving, that she should do something; but he couldn't. He was too lost in the sensation of being buried deep inside the woman he loved, to feel her stretched around his body and wait for him to move. With all his might to fought down the instinctual groan and moan which threatened to leave his throat.
He didn't know how long he would have stayed like this with his hands pinning down Kiara's arms over her head, his knees pushing her legs far apart, his hip straddling hers with full force and his pulsating erection throbbing deep inside of Kiara. He might have stayed like this for eternity, hadn't a sudden, small whimper brought him back to reality abruptly.
When he opened his eyes which he hadn't realized that he had closed at some point, his gaze fell onto his mate's face. What he saw, nearly made him choke.
Her beautiful, delicate, facial features, which normally were a pool of relaxation and happiness, were screwed up in pain. Her brows were deeply furrowed and thick lines of sweat poured down her forehead and collected over her dark eyebrows. Her eyes were firmly closed and two lonely paths of tears were running down her cheeks, while her teeth were biting forcefully into her lower lip. She was in pain and quite a lot it seemed.
Once he had finally been brought back to reality, Draco now realized, how she was struggling and fighting against his hold. He could feel her arms try to free themselves from his grip upon them, could feel how her delicate legs tried to push his knees away and how her hip move from side to side and back and forward in her vain attempt to push him out of her body. Her whole body was trembling and shaking, as another pitiful whimper escaped her sore throat.
While he tried to still her movements, Draco leaned further down so that his forehead was resting against hers. He wanted to comfort her and to give her what she was needing and seeking. He had tried to be extra careful, but somehow he must have moved his hips and must have buried his erection even deeper into her. A loud, painful gasp echoed through the room and instantly her eyes flew open. When he looked into her eyes, Draco felt as if his heart was breaking.
She was having a panic attack, he suddenly realized.
While her body was here, her mind was somewhere completely different. He could read fear in those beautiful, emerald green orbs. Fear, panic and horror. She was remembering her uncle and how he had always mistreated her, the way her cousin would always gloat at her and make her feel dirty and exposed, how Dumbledore had always manipulated her and how he had even gone so far as to kidnap her. She had always had the urge to be in control, as it was the only way for her to guarantee that she would stay alive. And that was her current problem. She had problems with losing her control and being at Draco's utmost mercy. She did trust him, yes, but this step was still a little bit too much and early.
When he saw her squirm under him, but not due to pleasure but immense pain, Draco decided to take the most drastic way. It had never been heard of before and he knew that he was mistreating Kiara's trust quite badly, but he had no other way. She was too far gone to be brought back to reality and he was too far gone to stop what he was doing. The veela inside of him was enjoying this feeling immensely and was urging him to move, to finally claim her as his and his only. He wouldn't be able to just pull out and lay next to her. No, he had to finish this bond.
While he muttered a small "I'm sorry, I never intended for our first time to be like this." into her ear, Draco sweetly placed a kiss on her wet lips, before he bend down to her neck and bit down on the claiming mark which he had left there two month ago.
The effects were immediate.
As soon as his teeth connected with the mark, Kiara stilled. Her eyes clouded over and her whole body relaxed against his. A small, content sigh escaped her lips and a dreamy expression washed over her face. Gone were the pain and the struggle only to be replaced by nothing else than love, devotion and a lot of want and lust. As Draco just kept on sucking and licking the claiming mark and waited for the magic's effect to completely take over, Kiara suddenly started to slowly rock her hips against his and caused a gasp to escape Draco's throat.
He had wanted to take this slowly. But when Draco just kept on sucking and licking, Kiara's demands became more forceful. Kiara pushed her ass as far down into the mattress as possible, and then she suddenly propelled her hips back up against his, which emitted a slapping sound of flesh against flesh, as Draco was unintentionally buried even deeper inside of her. The action had caught him of guard and made him breathless with want and lust. He had heard that the claiming mark would be able to help the mate overcome fears and depression, but he would have never thought that it would have such an effect during sex.
Ever so slowly, with his tongue and teeth still connected to the mark, Draco lifted his hips only to slowly push down again. A loud, throaty groan escaped his mate's lips as she wrenched her arms free and gripped his shoulder tightly. With low grunts and forceful, demanding thrusts Kiara urged him further on. And even though he didn't want to, as he wanted to make love to her sweet and lovingly for the first time, Draco found himself unable to resist. Draco speed up his actions, firmly gripped her hips and pressed them against his. With each rock forward he sped up and pushed more forceful, until the bed started to rock fully against the wall. Moans, groans, gasps, pants and grunts echoed through the otherwise completely silent room and gave them the image of two animals deep in heat.
Suddenly Draco felt so dirty.
He had placed his mate in trance, so she that would have sex with him. He had let the magic take over her mind and rational thinking to provide her with lust, want and the need to reciprocate which weren't hers to begin with, just so that he could claim her already. He was not much better than an average rapist. His mate would hopefully forgive him, should she ever find out what he had been doing to her. After all, the magic would work like a drug and replace initial fear and panic with the images of now. She would wake up the next morning and remember this night of hot sex, which would lead her to think that it was herself who had been urging him on. He had done this to help her, so that she would be able to overcome her fear of losing control.
Hopefully at some point in the future would Kiara start doing this on her own actions and come to enjoy having sex with him.
And though he did this for her, he felt no less dirty.
With several forceful pushes which would leave her unable to walk for the next few days Draco sped up even more. Kiara's legs were firmly placed around his hips and brought him deeper and deeper into her body with each thrust. He could feel his release coming nearer and knew that he wouldn't last much longer. When he let go of her mark as she was too far gone to realize and care, Draco took a look at his mate's face. Her face was sweaty and her hair clinging to her skull. Wide, dilated green orbs stared at him with utter passion. He could see how she was biting her lip, but not because of fear or pain, but because she was trying to delay the orgasm from coming.
With his eyes kept fixed on her, Draco finally let himself go. With several more, forceful and heated thrusts Draco finally came and released himself with an animalistic grunt into his waiting mate. At the same time Kiara came to her orgasm. Her eyes were wide open, her breasts arched against him as her inner walls clenched around him. Together they finally had come to their release.
After he collapsed on top of her, Draco needed several moments to catch enough of his breath to push himself down from her and roll them over to the side. He was still panting heavily and was still buried deep inside of her, as Draco pulled his nearly asleep mate further into his chest. With love filling his heart he placed his head into the crook of her neck and took in her scent deeply. From far her could feel sleep approach him and knock at his door. He welcomed it, his one hand sneaked around her ass, the other deeply buried into her hair. A soft smile graced his lips, as he was thinking about all the time they had to repeat this.
He, just like his mate, was too far gone to rethink the day and especially the evening properly. Too much had happened to remember each and every single detail, after all.
But had they been able to, they would have realized that they might have forgotten a small, but not so unimportant aspect.